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01-19-2016, 02:30 PM
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying
Inside I'm dying
Her name is finally given, and it seems as if the threshold meeting here would soon be wrapped up. She was either going to be traveling to the mists of the edge or the mountains of the basin, and Zandora would have to put on quite the picture to compete with the words of Caenan. Her ears slowly drifted back with the flow of information, not really in the mood to soak in the painting of the edge, or hear the musings of a man with confidence. He indeed seemed to have a way with his words, but Zandora would not put the basin on some pedestal it's not on(not to say the edge isn't what he described it as.) She would give it to this Elspeth, straight, without the lacings of lures to get her to follow her.
"I am not one for talking mists, if you aren't either, you might consider the Aurora Basin." She started, turning her attention to that of the cream mare as she described with the Aurora Basin was in all of it's glittering, icy, silver. "The edge is indeed a place of beauty, but you will find that each herd here is worthy of beauty. The snow-capped mountains and the shimmering icicles, or the aurora borealis in the large expanse of the night sky are basin trademarks. They do not define our home though." She paused, glancing at Calder with a soft, smile of friendship, hoping that the antlered would follow her lead when it was his turn to speak.
"The basin is defined by the value of a united people. Each unicorn that dwells within the basin is independent but we are one together, we do not have worries of safety that taint us. The Aurora Basin is a exclusive place of horned creatures alike, and it is without doubt and with guarantee that any herd member would be there for another in a heartbeat. The Basin's reputation is not one of dandelions and rainbows, no, it is one of hard work, determination, and pride. We are more then a herd of unicorns, the basin is a family. A family that would welcome you, a family that you could be apart of. " She speaks softly, not wanting to put too much on her mind. If she was not compelled by the information Zandora offered her, the basin would more then likely not be for her. "It is not a place for the lighthearted, but it could very well be for you." She finished, stepping back as to let Calder cover anything she may have forgotten. Would the maiden in white travel back to the lands of the horned, or would she settle for the misty edge?
"Talk?"
OCC: this is gross surrey
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No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.
